A notice is given

Notice within you how much emotion is generated when a child whispers in your ear, or to that of a lover held dear. From within does the value of love begin, of what will you call a sin?

 

A voice of love missing from reality, a human casualty of fear does the woman walk behind the man, a sin of humanity.

 

Yet to everyone is love!

 

Missing is your voice of care, if I may make that a dare.

 

I shall ask the why; in courtship is a smile a tease, dominated by if you please, while the burden of delivery is beyond every man even to me.

 

You have pride you have desire to quell mans warring fire, yet you will sit at home with the children and suffer, or to be treated like a prostitute for the hire, cheapened by the shame sin to stand forth.

 

Your voice is missing, yet not in the wailing of the mothers loss.

 

Stand forth, for without you there can be none of us. You are the hope of humanity; you are the voice of reason that settles a man’s dispute. They will call this a stone I cast at you, yet they will be humbled by the voice of you, you are the missing voice of reason.

 

At every turn in humanity is a woman’s love, the value of nurturing, that value of care, to a scholar a one come take that dare. Yet truth is so hard to bare.

 

Stand forth and come take my dare.

 

In everything you have to hear listen to your heart listen from the courtship of the dare, where everything is quite fair.

 

Where are you, each to a one for we have only just begun…

 

In courtship the fears are many, the worries not so many they come after the decision. It is in love we see the greatest of human behavior, yet we only hear one voice in the decisions.

 

Thus is the enslavement of everything dear. To you the intellect does the next question fall, name one, one society in all of history of warring women that is not myth. A myth of scorn, yet you will not ask for the checkbook of expense from our leaders, the checkbook of make-believe Security, the hug delivered at the barrel of a cannon. In all of the news to the politics of shame, you will not voice a single stain. No matter the talk it’s a 100 to .01 to every care done.

 

Come, come take the dare, oh to the grandmother, of you they hold you in contempt, you who are aged and grand in display, will they say your teeth are not needed for you have said nothing, while burdening you yet again with a tax of estate to maintain their fleet, with no deceit, will you look for something to eat, but of the fruit of being grand will they yet place another demand. Did they, did they ask to listen upon your grandkids, even the ones you call so dear?

 

To you all that remain, to who does a child wail to? To whom do they cry? You. You tell me the why, why you must stand behind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay someone called me paranoid but not really.

I am now “paranoid” because I do not think our government is being run by the right people?

 

Stop it right here, right now. Let’s see, first of all age means experience, right? Not wisdom necessarily but experience, at least. So I can at least say on this topic I’m no invalid, but let’s look at a few things here.

 

Hey Doc, want to lend a hand on a history lesson? Excuse me, sorry Doc, but I was told the reason my medical bill was high in 1980’s was cause the malpractice insurance; I was told the reason the housing market fell was because the properties’ net worth was over inflated on loans that were insured… But the insurers and the banks (sorry guys don’t mean to single ya out) ensured that WE ended up paying for the clean up. Back to you, Doc: dude, you been for me for a little while, sorry I was laying the foundation of criminal behavior. You are not really alone here Doc, you see, every small business that has failed, every house bought through Fanny Mae, every one, was insured. Some of these policies were insured 80% to Uncle Sam and only 20% to the insurance company. There, feeling a bit more at home Doc? Okay, so now that we are all in the room again, let’s add known contributors to each and every member of our seated elected officials though donations and tell me why I have to use those same companies now as mandated by law.

 

Alas, you would like for me to trust “them” with our military, trust that “they” will disarm and use the technology with better intent? I’m sorry, but I can’t hear you over the BILLIONS of dollars they earn every year by bribing our officials to pass laws mandating the use of their business. I can’t see you past the control of foreign resources that should belong to sovereign nations, all in the hands of private U.S. companies secured using former U.S. troops now employed as mercenaries/contractors and equipped with U.S. military gear bought at wholesale price- all of this paid for how? Oh, yes, through generous donations by contributors to spread the loving word of “democracy…” By painting towns with the blood and body parts of CHILDREN.

 

Out of sight, out of mind, right?

 

Bribery is the giving of funds and gifts of value, usually in exchange for a favor, vis a vis, quid pro quo. What better gift than the proceeds of an over inflated, two-sided policy mandating malpractice insurance, car insurance, and healthcare insurance, while making sure I pay twice for that insurance through a service on each side of the bill… The perfect crime.

 

Hey Doc, want to go see a therapist yet?

 

Do you hear any of them right now crying fowl?

 

The charge of bribery is the acknowledged receipt; coercion is any tempt to hide this. We have documentation that these people committed these crimes. Donor lists, please! Aetna I shall show as proof of just one. No excuse, no pardon!

 

Lockheed Martin is another, and I can prove that they’ve knowingly spent $13.7 million (just in 2009) in straight up bribery. A business should NOT have more power than the populous! Corporations are not the people, (yet they use people to lobby, to entertain our sitting officials) they should not be treated as people, and should not be given the same rights as people, and should not be able to donate to our elections.

 

When you are at a state of war, you open the door to the greatest nation of ingenuity, of passion, of values. These things produce the best in man and/or machine, and country. A lot of people, if given the opportunity to respond would say that those values should be allowed to return to building a better America, a better World, and I think many would do so if given a chance.

 

Our military resources should be gathered up and returned to the industries from which they sprang, and those industries should in return deliver a product of prosperity to us and each other.

 

We have been fighting our own weapons long enough that someone might just ask China to do the same. Go on, ask them I dare you.

 

Pause…If you do not think I can lay bribery and possibly coercion and other charges within the corporations of these manufactures of these weapons of war, upon the desks of each individual responsible, each actively sitting member of our house and senate, then let’s get that wholesale surplus receipt book out and we’ll see if you wouldn’t want to try doing the same. You tell me who we are selling weapons to and why. Who is Lockheed Martin selling to, besides the US Government, yet they hold the most contracts by the US Government: $35.6 billion worth.  Or perhaps I’m hallucinating all of this?

Denial.... #

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance…

 

When I started this wish, simple as it was, I thought at first it was going to be easy, an easy task of just explaining, but as I built those words I realized in myself the stages of denial and how the very thought was something I was dealing with for years. See for you, you are just hearing this maybe for the first time, however, something is not right, and you’ve known it all along inside.

 

NBC News, CBS, ABC drove home the value of war, the carnage the violence the loss; I wasn’t really given much time for denial. This was nightly delivery, headlines from around the globe; years of this conditioning of violence, instilling a belief that we need and even are war.

 

I got all pissed many years ago, and grabbed a sign and took a stand; I think that first sign said something like Peace not War. Boy that was so very long ago, all the yelling all the standing, the ends were not all the same, but the victory was in the just going home afterwards.

 

Man could I write letters back then, to the editors, the senators the news coverage; rude blunt, soft nice, a stack of words on a paper, watching and hoping someone would want to bargain for just one thought, one reason for war, one real profit of a war, I challenged them to discourse then as well as now.

 

I am locked between depression and acceptance, depression of the fact that this has been going on for years, and acceptance of the cold heart of my fellow man and the very stages of denial in which I live.

 

Out of a fear of a hoodlum will you put a tank (armored police vehicle) at the end of our street; out of fear of a terrorist they put a bug in Angry Birds to track my kids playing habits. Out of fear, they’re tracking your cell phone calls and listening as you ask your wife whether you’re bringing cheese or bread home. All of this out of fear.

 

Yet when you look to our cities today, you pass by hundreds of people living without a weapon, going to and fro, and working in restaurants or grocery shops. Yes, there will always be a criminal, but look everyday down any path you choose to go, and you see them: you friends, neighbors, families are huddled around your town. Repeated in every town, every city, proof that humanity lives within the rules mostly, a life of trying to gain prosperity, a value to our existence.

 

With our intelligence, our technology, could humanity finally step through the door of self destruction and put the guns down? Really, when is the time of the weapon to be placed in history? How about just once, bargain one for one.  

 

Really, no child should die by the weapons of war.

Bambi bought a gun

Bambi bought a gun…….

 

Must have been one hell of a gun….

 

When I was kid, I used to go duck hunting with my father, some very fun found memories are those, the best was always the dinner plate who brought in what, what is the count. Oh my ego could play on that; with birds on the fly, I was just better than he, he, with his semi auto against me and my single shot. Vests lay with hen and drake rounds was the count. Not always but most days I won, even to the duck.

 

Quick question what would Bambi need for a gun? I mean to make it fair what would you arm that dear with? Okay I’ll be fair lets add a few friends for him, he really needs an owl air power and night vision combined perfect choice, a bit stealthy too boot, he’ll need a few dolphins too, sea power with smart capabilities, a regiment or two of highly trained badgers, and raccoons special ops day or night stealth units capable of holding ground,  he’ll need the bears, all colors and sizes the cavalry of the field.

 

Oh shit they already fought that one, we won.

 

A flower discarded is a love unloved,

Worsened by the gentleness of age,

Abrupt in youth,

A love rejected.

 

Hay how do you get that way,

You know what I mean how do you get to love,

 

Everyone feels full if the meal is cooked with love.

 

Off to the kitchen with me, grounded again for skipping out on responsibilities, no truer statement could explain love. You know my grandma was right, about me, keep me in the kitchen. I learn a lot in the kitchen…..

 

Think about it for a second, about what happens in the kitchen, it’s the only place where grandma recipes stand toe to toe with any chief’s creation; from the quick to uncommon the recipes of the kitchen are well scrumptious.

 

I mean from breakfast to deserts the building of them, even when confused ideas like noodles for breakfast the kitchen can be quite fun.

 

A cup of shared time, two cups conversation, a task mixed with an idea of so much fun.

 

Yes the kitchen sounds like a great place to take on love. What meal is not cooked with the idea of love so perfectly than the meal built with love in the kitchen. The daily tasks of providing, cleaning, chopping and blending, each single meal with the idea of giving even to self, the benefits of crisped, toasted, bake, boiled, frozen delights.

 

Love its in the Kitchen. Just like the meal you have to build it.

 

Hay now why the dark poem at the top? Is that about an onion?

 

NO this is what you take away at the end of a gun or with a bomb; you take away the ability of love, you reject it old or young; with what comes out that barrel or in that boom, that is not built on love. No child, not one should die by the weapons of war. Or did you forget every child needs a meal.

 

Replace the word love with child and read that poem again.

 

No I do not fight fair. We do miss so much with death. Hard to believe people will ignore it or reject that, or deny that to a child who has as much right to love as you or I.

 

Did I mention they make money on this a profit?

Simplicity

Simplicity, the thing we look at, the things we all know, the easy stuff…

 

Okay someone asked of me to weigh in on  a few subjects, first is love and the word sovereign, trying to keep this simple now, the color of the eyes, the look behind those eyes, the value of the company of the individual the person, we value them right. We get all emotional about them right, they are our love, and they are the person we hold most dear…

 

So simple who are you to tell who I can love?

 

It only becomes discrimination when you call it gay.

 

Someone asked me to weigh in on pollution and how we treat other life, from fish to bird, from lizard to ant, from grain of field to the fruits of the tress, every life passes on information about life, from mother and father to the life, every life. Every life is a part of this our home a steward would know this, we are not on top of the food chain we are stewards of the food chain.

 

Think of how much money we could poor into cleaning up our kitchen if we weren’t so busy trying to kill each others children.

 

 

Then another approached me on the Marijuana reform, House bill 499, or, the Ending Federal Marijuana Prohibition Act of 2013.

 

Then a friend pointed out a simple conversation about this subject I’ll Quote him it’s perfectly stated….

“The reason why there are now 16 states allowing medicinal marijuana and two that now legalized it/ Colorado & Washington is that in 1988 the DEA's own Administrative Law Judge Francis Young ordered the DEA to move Cannabis from Section One of the Substance Control Act and put it in Schedule Two so that it could be prescribed by a physician. The DEA ignored his ruling. How could they do this? That's what the States asked too and never got a straight answer. But that is par for the course for the DEA which several believe is the biggest drug trafficking operation in the world.

DEA Chief Leonhart was testifying before the House Judiciary Subcommittee on Crime, Terrorism, and Homeland Security. Polis, a top congressional advocate for marijuana law reform, took the opportunity to grill the DEA administrator on some specifics about marijuana, which has been decriminalized in some parts of his state and legalized for medical purposes in the rest.

“Is crack worse for a person than marijuana?” Polis asked Leonhart.

“I believe all illegal drugs are bad,” Leonhart answered.

Polis continued, asking whether methamphetamines and heroin were worse for a person's health than marijuana.

“Again, all drugs, they're illegal drugs,” Leonhart started, before being cut off by Polis.

“Yes, no, or I don’t know?” Polis said. “If you don’t know, you can look this up. You should know this as the chief administrator for the Drug Enforcement Agency. I’m asking a very straightforward question: Is heroin worse for someone's health than marijuana

Jared Polis.. of Colorado...” end quote thank you  to Doc Wilmot

 

Simple right, well let me explain it, they don’t even want to discuss what is right…..

 

 

Now for me to tie this all in to what you know is right…..

 

Here is an issue they are scrambling to amend: Bush (the son) attached all the drug war money with all the Security war (terrorist). So if you drop 40% of the reason of the drug war away by killing the superstitions and at least decriminalize Pot. the Joint Chief of Staff just lost 40% of his budget and FACT here 70%  of the limited wording of the law- you know the one, the one he the president now and Bush are using and have used, that Executive order in the time of war…

 

Now, you have a budget to protect what do you do, you stay at war, in word and indeed.

 

Now you tell me DEA, NSA, Homeland, and yes you Judge Francis Young, lol you tell me why they wage war upon our young.

 

A father will love his son, no matter what his son loves if he held that son when he was young, thus a reflection of his own life, his own smile, his own love..

 

A Mother uses love to raise her young a mirror of the love she built.

 

 

So what, what information are you intending to gain of our homes?

 

 

Simple isn’t it.

 

 

 

 

I started this with a wish

I started all of this with a simple wish of peace, of the value of love on the tenth of day of this year, each post became even dearer and more pointed each I explained what I see, and how you can help, almost each day I posted a wish…

 

Well I am adventurer at heart, so I sat for a moment what prey tell could I possibly say or do that might push our leaders to an open debate, on ground they are comfortable with to discuss this wish that started right here. Boy that really made me think, these guys in their suits and jackets their ties all displayed nice, against a scruffy looking broken down old guy, tattered clothing to tattered hair. Those who went to college just to write speeches against me, I am a nut I invited them all, everyone.

 

I showed you all straight out how they are painting a picture, why, and even some of what they get out of it, all good stuff all, well at least it made me think enough about it to write it all down. Some very strong accusations for sure, but the question I had was, did the reason get lost?

 

Did I show you how this is not about hype or contempt of our country nor for humanity, but out of the very love of the right, a right of a life. Did I show you straight out how they profit not from saving that life, but in the destruction of that life. Did I show you that without military might we do what is right, in each city each town each home. Did I show you this is not about a crusade nor a jihad nor a belief in God, Did I show you that this does control our economy, but it all comes down to this one line, this is not about our warriors or veterans, this is all about a child. They are profiting from killing a child.

 

Well I am often asked why I am reclusive, I struggle every day, I found the best way to protect my children was to be with them, I can not express to you the value of those hearts.

 

Open debate, on any ground, any place, of theirs or your comfort, in person, face to face, one topic; “Not one child should die by the use of the weapons of war.”  

 

Kind of repulsive to know the reality of blind disregard.

i forgot an invite

LOL I did I forgot someone, alas to me I really did! I forgot to invite someone to our little foray of discussions…

 

 

Every winter at least once I seem to get that stomach flu, the one were you can sit up but not even chicken soup seems to dent the constant spin, then just when you think you can stand your sinuses make known the bucket of moisture hidden somewhere between my ears. Yesterday was such a day, not that I would complain, I got to watch the game. I told you so all Seattle… That’s what happens when you never won that ring, you want it so bad you win….

 

The highlights of the game, well defense took on a new meaning as the offense went without the ball…The Fox Network and the GOP message of patriotism was just as offensive as the Lance Corporals and the Presidents address. But hey, I didn’t get to see the lizard tell me about how I can save a dollar while giving it to someone else.

 

Back to the people I must have forgot…….First a statement of clarity, to any long lost cousins, uncles and such I know, from a business subject this sucks but family point of view, you know its right.

 

When did we make our mafia? When did we give them our streets? When we gave them our social woes of Alcohol, and once they got started well they are a social issue of supply and demand. Cartels well same thing different chain of supply different delivery system but still a social network addressing a social issue.

 

Addiction is clearly defined as a behavior of getting and seeking a ways and means to get more, even unto death, institutions, jails, etc. Well, that is where they go that is the end of the road if they are lucky. This is a social behavior easily seen and well documented.

 

Every country, every city and now even some of our own states that address it as such, socially have seen crime drop. No not the petty crime of the addicts the stealing and such, they are addicts and that is what they do. The bigger crimes, the armed crimes are the ones that drop. Why, BECAUSE it doesn’t take a tank or a gun to address a social wrong.

 

Hobgoblins and Hoodlums, what would happen if they ever joined up, well you have this car driving around selling drugs armed to the teeth, which no one likes, but no one wants to stop the supply, delivery, or demand.

 

If the NSA is grabbing information in our homes, this data as they call it (hmmm I call it an invasion, but okay we won’t argue today) we tax alcohol at either a state store or a local store, right? So if we took the drugs off the street and put them into our already established delivery system, the NSA could send a social recovery email to individuals whom seem to be buying a bit too much. That car well it would still have a few Hoodlums and a Hobgoblin in it, but they would not be selling drugs. I mean common we have all this information, this data. Let’s do it right, let’s take the profit away. It might actually be a bit cheaper than just one life, you think?

 

Ah- a breath of pause did I offer.

 

To the last of my invite to those who we shall honor, those who will not allow our shame; to a one, the honor you have done by fighting these fights is earned. Lest we forget the cry of the mother whose wail we hear, whose father sheds a tear of that one life, the comrade your friend whom we can not hear.

 

A day of proof and response:

 

Remember this is about what is right…..

 

The GOP hallmark child of fame and the oops of that day, This I love, Ronald Regan great was he, cowboy in his heart as anyone can see, Stands and tells Russia to throw this wall down! The people did the government didn’t, the people did, we won! Did we jump over there and dismantle the military? Grab a few them and come take ours apart, have a huge party and claim a day of peace? Guys and Girls running around hugging each other. Hmmm.

 

I’ll take my writer right now, the one that says I get to say it.

 

Could you imagine, ( no pun this time ) the phone conversation between the chairman of the board at General Dynamics, Lockheed Martin, and Motorola with their wife, “Well honey we just lost our income I’ll figure something out.”

 

The response, the birth of the War on drugs… A war of corruptions on which we spend billions in military might. Ooops that isn’t enough here… not today is it.

 

Okay now time for that donkey to step in and the next really big oops….

 

The horror of O-bin Laden and a single gun fight…….

 

Didn’t this leader say he would hold them accountable each to a one, did he do it with a single gun fight, weapons carried by hand, flown there in a cool chopper this the pride of America for a single gun fight?

 

Ooops what he said in his last address, there are more of these Hobgoblins, yet he didn’t list one not a one…  Has he, Guantanamo bay, and how many others of these jails. How many sent off of our land as prisoners that they have convicted without trail, an American right to see the evidence, a prisoners right if it a war crime under the Geneva Court. What are they doing training them?

 

Where is that deck of cards now, who is it that is America’s most wanted, who is it that wants to die in that single gun fight…..

 

 

 

Dear Mr. President, you said you are going to hold them accountable, and in fact you did, in word and deed. You sir said you thought my cell phone information may help and you said, too, that you were going to do what is right. You sir, you said you could enter my home, listen and make judgment upon what you have herd, with your pen sir did you call it.

 

It did not take missiles or bombs but a single gun fight. You the last of my invite, if you are going to do what is right, produce that list. I’d like to know the Hobgoblin with whom we should invite to that single gun fight.  

 

Now that our warriors come home, let’s talk about them Tanks, lets talk about those really big nasty bombs, the garage sell surplus we just made. Grind that stuff up, reclaim our resources or as much as you can, tell our warriors they won’t stand in front of one of them, not one, you right now account for every round, you sir. You lay on a table the images of every round; you grind that up to every pound. You call our Allies and tell them to do the same. You tell the companies that build it to build something else; you tell them that they can not sell one item, not one. You do that, and then you have honored that Lance Corporal.

 

Then you lay down every alliance you are responsible for and you sir you do the same. You take Military corporations and this invasion law and you show everyone the alliance with the companies lining your campaign pocket which we all know is there. You show them how they donate to your campaign. You show them these social watch dog corporations that donate; each and every one.

 

You produce that list of who we are looking for, and you show everyone who YOU are working for!

 

Not one child, not one will I allow you to kill. Not one should die by the weapons of war. You, sir, should know that. You sir, asked to come into my house, you sir will answer to these things. You sir do not allow that garage sale of those rounds that scarred that Lance Corporal you make sure that doesn’t happen again.